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May. 25th, 2006 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
asthran- I have a Squirrel Name. I am She Who Pours Water from the Earth.
The squirrel that's been eating my food is bold as brass, and won't get scared off as easily as most squirrels would, but it gets really freaked out when I squirt water at it from a sport-top bottle.
- Swing dancing here in Dallas is really great. I went to probably my last swing dance of Scarby last night. Bad side: Apparently, the 4th Wednesday of every month the usual teachers are at a Dallas Swing Dance Society board meeting, so the instruction wasn't as superb as usual, however, they decided to teach the Lindy Hop instead, yay! So now I know 8-count as well as 6-count swing! However, I'm still really rough at it (muscle memory and all), and trying to work on 8-count with folks who were completely new to dancing at all was really rough, so I ended up doing 6-count most of the night. One of the many resident amazing dancers (Joe) did help me with 8-count quite a bit, as well as helping me more with my frame and arm/shoulder tension, and even better, danced with me several times! Oh man, I adore a good lead. I hope I can keep up with them enough so they'll want to continue to dance with me.
- I tried to help my trippy friend, but he's too much gone for me, I think. I got overly optimistic yesterday, because he hasn't slept for nine days, and I was able to get him calm and relaxed, centered and grounded, and put him to sleep for 20 minutes. So after I got back from swing dancing I went back to hopefully make sure he was still in that state, but he ended up growing more agitated and stressed, and I left when I began fearing he would hit me. I told him, "If you hit me, I will not speak to you again. I am leaving now, because I like you and I don't want that to happen." That was a stress-raiser, and after a few more exchanges, he ended up shoving me out of his camp, brandishing his wooden sword at me, and casting me out as though he thought of me as some sort of demon. So I left. I had to go back this morning for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gem_handler's lantern, and he did remember what he did, and was contrite, but I cannot forgive him as he is, or more to the point, I don't believe I can trust him any more. Perhaps when he has found his way back he can regain it, but it makes me sad that a friend has been lost to himself. And me. I'm selfish like that.
- The guy that I tried to get into a relationship with has shown himself to be a really great guy, and we still went swing dancing and he's treating me like a friend, for which I am very glad. I do envy the single mother he'll end up hooking up with.
The squirrel that's been eating my food is bold as brass, and won't get scared off as easily as most squirrels would, but it gets really freaked out when I squirt water at it from a sport-top bottle.
- Swing dancing here in Dallas is really great. I went to probably my last swing dance of Scarby last night. Bad side: Apparently, the 4th Wednesday of every month the usual teachers are at a Dallas Swing Dance Society board meeting, so the instruction wasn't as superb as usual, however, they decided to teach the Lindy Hop instead, yay! So now I know 8-count as well as 6-count swing! However, I'm still really rough at it (muscle memory and all), and trying to work on 8-count with folks who were completely new to dancing at all was really rough, so I ended up doing 6-count most of the night. One of the many resident amazing dancers (Joe) did help me with 8-count quite a bit, as well as helping me more with my frame and arm/shoulder tension, and even better, danced with me several times! Oh man, I adore a good lead. I hope I can keep up with them enough so they'll want to continue to dance with me.
- I tried to help my trippy friend, but he's too much gone for me, I think. I got overly optimistic yesterday, because he hasn't slept for nine days, and I was able to get him calm and relaxed, centered and grounded, and put him to sleep for 20 minutes. So after I got back from swing dancing I went back to hopefully make sure he was still in that state, but he ended up growing more agitated and stressed, and I left when I began fearing he would hit me. I told him, "If you hit me, I will not speak to you again. I am leaving now, because I like you and I don't want that to happen." That was a stress-raiser, and after a few more exchanges, he ended up shoving me out of his camp, brandishing his wooden sword at me, and casting me out as though he thought of me as some sort of demon. So I left. I had to go back this morning for
gem_handler's lantern, and he did remember what he did, and was contrite, but I cannot forgive him as he is, or more to the point, I don't believe I can trust him any more. Perhaps when he has found his way back he can regain it, but it makes me sad that a friend has been lost to himself. And me. I'm selfish like that.- The guy that I tried to get into a relationship with has shown himself to be a really great guy, and we still went swing dancing and he's treating me like a friend, for which I am very glad. I do envy the single mother he'll end up hooking up with.
